Random Thoughts, Justin Timberlake & Pickles...

Nothing to exciting happening today, but I thought I'd try to write something anyways... I've been listening to JT all day & have I said lately how much I truly dig Justin Timberlake? Really, this album has great songs. At first I would obsess over trying to see the video & then I couldn't wait anymore & had to go on the outskirts of sac to buy the album. I was ashamed of my fascination of Justin. After I heard the CD, I came out to my friends & family. I loved Justin Timberlake & I am not ashamed anymore. I always am reminded of one fun summer evening when I ended up topless in the back of my car with Inca with Drummergirl driving & PBD in the front seat. Justin was able to get Inca & I topless by the end of the song....PS. This happened way before the Janet fiasco.

I always thought that if I had a sex saftey word, that I would have "Pickle" be my safety word.

Perplexing & Papi Muy Frio....

I was sitting outside on my lunch break when a guy walking by asks me "How are you doing?"
I say "Good. And you?"
He says "Don't ask."

Then he walks on. I thought I was weird....

Oh yeah, this morning I was freaking out thinking that I closed Papi Pequeno inside the refrigerator. He likes to sneak in there when I open it up. This morning I grabed my lunch & ran for the bus, but when I was actually sitting on the bus, I started to think about how I didn't see him when I left the house. I saw Billie & Gary, but no Papi. I freaked out & woke up my brother who had to come down to my work to get my house key to make sure I didn't lock Papi in the frig by accident. He wasn't in the frig, thank gawd. I still feel stupid, though....

Happy National Tapioca Pudding Day!!!

Seriously, I love tapioca pudding. That is all I have to say for today. Let us all reflect on the delicious dessert confection known as Tapioca Pudding....

Thoughts About Dookie, Bowties & Cabbits....

Here I am at work early Saturday morning & my mind is starting to wonder. My co-worker, Evil Betty, was telling me about a dream he had the night before about him being stuck in the girls bathroom pooping in front of all of his co-workers. Then I started to think about my co-workers pooping. I've already thought about Evil Betty dooking. It was a drunken' night out with the co-workers & I asked everyone what color bowtie could they see Evil Betty wearing while he was growing a tail.... Yes I know I am weird... But just think about anyone you know; co-workers, family, friends, movie stars, leaders of the world, anyone. Now think about them naked, pooping on a toilet wearing a bowtie. Now what color & pattern is the bowtie. Funny stuff, stupid , but funny. Then I started to think about everything in the world that can poop, pooping. Everything looks stupid going caca, except fish. They don't look stupid pooping. Think about people, cats, dogs, horses, monkeys, anything... All stupid pooping.... It's not just that they look stupid pooping, you feel uncomfortable accidentally seeing them poop. It's odd. Why should I feel embarrassed when I see my cat pinch a loaf? They always have to be in the potty when I go. They don't seem embarrassed when I am sitting there reading for a while?

Enough about poop. Now I was surfing the web yesterday & I ended up watching a little video of a cat & a rabbit. The rabbit ends up trying to hump the cat. Funny stuff. Then I thought about Kiki & Inca swearing a couple of years ago that there were animals that were half cat & half bunny, cabbits. Kiki's boyfriend & I agreed that this is impossible, but they both swore up & down that their grandparents who had farms had seen this phenomenon. I told them that it was impossible for two different species to breed. I looked up on the internet & found that there is this breed of cat that has a bunny tail & funny back legs that they probably thought were cabbits. Then I showed them countless articles on the urban legend of the cabbit. They were crushed. Sorry girls...

Gary update....

Gary has a respiratory infection. Poor little guy. He had a temp of 104 at the vets yesterday. He is on meds now & doing better. Still sneezing all over mommy, but purring, eating & drinking like a good little kitty. He also weighed in at 12 lbs! He's not even a year old yet. I thought he was getting heavy when ever I have to pick him up, but I didn't think he was that big yet. He isn't fat like Billie, he's solid muscle. My little baby boy.... Boy oh Boy am I tired, broke (Gary's visit cost me $100) & covered in kitty snot...

I Hate Hormones....

PMSing...PMSing... All Fiona Apple & no play makes Gynagirl A hormonal mess... It doesn't matter if I'm angry or sad, I just start crying for stupid reasons.. Should I bring up the David Bowie's "Ground Control to Major Tom" fiasco? The song came on in my car on the radio & I was PMSing & started to bawl because it was so sad. Now I am listening to Fiona. Yes I know I am cruising for bruising, but I can't help it. At least I'm not listening to Jeff Buckley. It doesn't help that I am at work sniffling like a little girl. If this the price to pay for boobies, then I don't want them.. Plus my little Gary is sick. I have to take him to the vet tonight. I hope he'll be okay. They think it just might be a cold or something. I just want to go back home & crawl into bed & stay there until this is over, but who will pay all the vet bills?

Rose Baines & Vida Loca Pictures

I had the weirdest dream last night. I had a dream that an old mean lady named "Rose Baines" was haunting my bathroom. She was always being mean if I was in there. I told her to go to the light, but she wouldn't. I wasn't scared, I was annoyed. Hm. Strange. If anyone wants to check out some pictures from the Vida Loca gathering, here they some. There are a couple of M2S & I if you look real close. http://www.clubcatfight.net/_sgg/m4m7_1.htm

There are some really great get-ups. I didn't see Kiki or Inca in any of them, but trust me, they were getting down & dirty....

More Bad News, Papi Pequeno update & Freaking Like It Was 1988!

I'll start with the bad & end up with the good. I went to my great uncle's funeral on Friday, which was a nice service, & found out someone else died... After I promised my grandma that I would personally dig up my great grandfathers grave & bury her ashes with him, so I could stop her arguing with the guy burying my great uncles ashes, I found out that another person died. My mom didn't want to tell me when I was in New York & then she forgot. Friends of the family. His wife had died in October of Cancer & he couldn't stand to live without her, so he killed himself.

On to Papi. I took Papi to the vet Friday. He's 6 weeks old, so when I found him, he was only a month old. He does have ringworm, but other than that he is a very happy healthy kitty. All in all it'll cost me close to $300 for Papi. But this is a great Vet & it takes care of EVERYTHING. Fixed, shots, tests & everything. My mom talked my cousin into taking the cat for my goddaughters birthday at the end of August. It works out great. Papi will be done with all his stuff by then. Because of the ringworm, I tweaker cleaned my whole apartment on Saturday for like 8 hours. I even bleached the ceiling. Now Papi is quarantined, so now I am the biggest bitch in kitty land. Plus to add to my kitty popularity, I gave all the cats baths with the medicine just as a precaution. I know that they are plotting my demise while I sit here at work.

Saturday night Mensa 2 Society picked me up & we went to the Vida Loca party at the Golden Bear. He looked Vato-licious & I was representing Chola-hood with the black eyeliner & dark lipstick. I was not able to do my hair up like I used to in Jr High because it isn't layered that way, but I sported the dickies. Lots of people there were dressed so fly. Other than wanting to kill the DJ for mixing Morrissey & other music inbetween playing stuff like Cyprus Hill & Salt and Peppa, I had a smashing time. M2S & I freaked like we were in 8th grade all night long. Kiki & Inca met up with us a few hours into the dance-a-thon, & by then M2S & I were ripped beyond belief. It didn't take them too long to catch up to us though.. All in all I had a rocking time.

Ode To The Pain In My Organs

Why oh why, my love
Must you come when
I will be gone?

Will my heart, uterus & ears
be able to forgive me?
Should I cancel?

A day before my birthday.
A day to rock.
You & Trent speaking to me.

Oh sing to me
you tall hot man of red.
Play for me & my organs three.

I just found out from my Mensa to Society pal that QOTSA are opening up for NIN on September 28th. Instead of just bitching about how I am planning to be in New York that week for my birthday, I thought I would take a different route inspired by something I read yesterday... Mockula will know what I am talking about. I thought I would be dramatic & artistic in my angst....

The Whorification of Blitzkrieg Bop & Other Atrocities....

Yesterday I was watching TV & was horrified to notice that The Ramones were being used in two back to back ads. One for diet Pepsi & the other for a cell phone ad. Both ads used "blitzkrieg Bop". Thank god not one of my favorite songs from them. But still.... Come on. I guess it's like when Cadillac used Led Zeppelin. It still hurts.... Is anyone else pissed off that Britney Spears is having a baby before they are? I mean, come on! Don't get me started on Gwen Steffani's accessories.... 4 Japanese girls...

Stupid Organs, Heath Ledger & Nipples

I think my Gallbladder is acting up again. I was up most of last night with pain. I soooo can't take any time off from work for surgery. I think the potato salad did it. Stupid organ. I guess I have to stick to a no fat diet until I can pass the stupid stones on my own. On the bright side, I can stand to loose 100 lbs :)

Oh yeah, I just remembered I had a naughty dream last night about Heath Ledger. I don't even think I have ever seen a movie with this guy in it. I don't know why I dreamed of him. He's not even my type, well something of his was my type.... God I gotta get laid....

I was at a family function yesterday when my little cousin comes up to me & pulls down her shirt to show me that she got her nipples pierced. I told her how I passed out from the pain & that I took them out after a year because they never healed. I also was able to introduce her to Dr. Bromers. Good bonding until I realize that she was still in elementary school when I got mine done. Man I am getting old....

Why yes, Mr Homme, my wood does need chopping...

I've been here at work on a Saturday morning since 6 am. I am bored & amped on 3 cups of coffee. My mind wanders during times like these. I've been looking up hot pictures of my new boyfriend online. I have also been smelling my armpits. Let me explain. In the winter I can use girly deodorant because I don't sweat too much, but in the summer I have to switch to boy deodorant. I am half Mexican & half Greek & all stank if I don't have a heavy duty deodorant, so I am wearing some boy stuff. I am not used to it so I can get a wiff of it anytime I move around. Then I think to myself that it smells good so I sniff it some more. Then I think "yummy, it smells like a boy", & then I go off into dream land where Josh Homme is chopping wood with no shirt on....

Unbearable suckiness of Being....

Man, this last week has been the worst week. Really not for me first hand, but for a lot of people I know. First of all, my great uncle passed away. So I've been worried about my Grandma. I can't even imagine my brother passing away. Then kiki calls me & tells me that her ex's sister, zilla's auntie, was in a horrible accident & lost both her legs. She's a 25 single mom with a young daughter, who thank god, wasn't in the car with her. Then I lost it. Poor thing. Then my dad comes in & tells me that they have to be out of the house by Friday so I know that he put the dog to sleep without telling me. I told them that I wanted to be there when they put Beaker to sleep. She was really old, but still a very good dog. Then more drama happened that I can't really go into. Man, I am emotionally exhausted. Kundera had it right.... Even the dog died....

The Papi Pequeno Saga Continues...

I emailed the people who I got Gary from. RAIN is a great organization. Check them out if you ever are looking to get a new pet. http://www.rainanimals.org/
They rescue animals from the pound & foster them out until they find homes for them. Great Great people. Most places would have let Gary die because of his eye, but these people cleaned him up & removed the punctured eye & now he is a big happy one eyed kitty. He also loves his mommy. I know because he likes to nurse in my armpit when he goes to sleep. He is a terror sometimes, though, but I love him anyways.... So I emailed the RAIN people & they said they could take Papi. I take him over to the lady's house & she takes a look at him & says "I can't take him". She wishes she could, but it looks like he has ringworm.... GREAT. "But", she says, "It looks like it is pretty healed up". She house full of fostering cats, so she can't take the little guy & risk the others. So I still have Papi. He is in isolation in the kitchen. Gary & Papi are going crazy because they want to play with each other so bad. The RAIN lady told me that I can give Papi baths every night with Head & Shoulders shampoo & that should take care of it. So last night I gave the poor little guy another bath. He looked like a little baby rat. Then I cleaned his ears. He actually liked that a lot. Tonight I must give him another bath & then try to tackle his little tiny dagger nails. I am so scratched up from bathing him. Now I am worried that I'll get ringworm. Oh well. He is soo cute that I'll go to the doctors if that happens. I gotta bleach, spray & vacuum the hell out of my apartment tonight, though. So I am going to get him fixed & get all his shots & hopefully find the little guy a good home. Until then, I will love him, cuddle him, hold him & call him Papi Pequeno.

Papi Pequeno & Baby Dook

I am still exhausted from this weekend. All day Saturday I had Beast-tos. He is all about crawling everywhere & climbing what ever he can. While I had the little beast, I found a kitten on the stairs of my apartment. He has to be maybe a month old. He was dirty, scared & hungry. I took him in. He is a little orange bundle of purr. His name while I have him is "Papi Pequeno". I am trying to find him a home. I really can't have another cat, but I can't take him to the pound. So if anyone out there wants a cute little kitty, PLEASE let me know. So I had a little kitten running around & a baby. Man, I am tired still. I also was checking Beast-tos's diaper & ended up sticking my finger in his poo. Something came out with it that wasn't fully digested. I was gagging & then the little guy doesn't like to get his diaper changed so he escaped & ended up straddling my leg leaving a skid mark on my leg. Good times....

QOTSA, menstruation & the "Whoo" Guy...

The Queens of the Stone Age show was rocking! They rocked so hard, the next morning I started my period a couple of days early. I am not sure if it was the rocking music or the fact that Josh Homme is so hot that I started menstruating early. Even Kiki thought he was hot & he's not her type. He just looks like the kind of guy who would pull my finger if asked, laugh about it, then fuck my brains out after. Ahh... The show was packed. We had to line up around the block to get in. While in line we saw a person we went to high school with, his name rhymes with "Fag". Everytime I see "Fag", I fall into uncontrollable fits of laughter because of his hair. He has the worst "hip/rock & roll" hair I've ever seen. Plus knowing what a butt rocker in highschool this guy was makes it even funnier. My brother ended up talking to him at the show & unfortunately made me come over & talk with him too. I could barely contain myself. The music was so dope that there was a guy who I will describe as the "Whoo!" guy. He was air guitaring & drumming along with the music. He would headbang at the same time & lift his arms into the air to flash the universal sign of rock & yell "Whoo!!!!". This guy didn't give a fuck. He was rocking. I wish I was jacked up enough to do the same. I would have loved to jump around, air guitar & drum, & dance like I do when I listen to the music & not give a fuck about who see's me. That guy ruled! I saw a couple of guys air drumming a couple of times when they thought no one was looking. The show was that good! I can't wait to see them again. They did play my favorite songs, well all their songs are my favorites, but my favorite favorites were played. Plus did I mention how fucking hot Josh Homme is?

Scrot-Meg

If you know me, then you know that I often come up with things in my head that make me laugh. Sometimes it'll last a day, week, month in some cases years... Well I was having coffee with the other Gynas on Monday & got a iced coffee & while I was equalizing it I saw a shaker that said "Nutmeg". I started giggling to myself because my brain automatically changed the simple "Nutmeg" shaker sign to "Scrot-meg" in my head. Tee hee hee. Now if you don't know already, "Scrot" is one of my favorite words ever. I think it is just hilarious. So I am laughing to myself when I arrive back at our Gyna table. The other Gynas inquire about my giggling & I tell them what popped into my head. They didn't find it as funny as I did. I think they were just laughing at me because I thought it was so hilarious. All that day & the next & next I couldn't stop thinking about how funny "Scrot-meg" is. I finally was able to share my idea with Kiki who thought it was funny, not as funny as I thought it was, but funny none the less. That was until we started singing songs about "Scrot". We were waiting at my Bro's house before the QOTSA show & he was listening to "The Bends" by Radiohead. I think we changed the lyrics to "Scrotys got the bends". Kiki & I have a gift for changing song lyrics into stupid things. We've sung songs about "Smegma" & all songs "Cootie". We even have people singing Cootie songs who've never met the cat. This made us laugh even harder then we came up with "Scrot-me Scrot-me...SCROT....SCROT...." to Billy Squires "Stroke me". This was the cherry on the Scrot cake.